Friday, October 30, 2009

schizo california weather



This is what I wore last weekend -- one of the hottest weekends of the fall season. For this coming weekend, a sundress is out of the question. What's up global warming?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

the expensive jeans challenge

The other day I inspired a friend to devise a new motivational weight loss challenge for me (other than the motivation to be healthy) with the story of my mother's previous weight loss challenge. About 3 years ago, my mother promised me a pair of fancy schmancy designer jeans if I lost X amount of weight. And I did, so I am now the owner of a pair of designer jeans.

Now, this friend of mine who was born and bred here, is still influenced by her parent's culture where it's okay to publicly comment on physical appearance to your face. Which, I don't mind at all. Whenever we meet, she always makes the same comment, "Wow, Jinra did you lose weight? I bet you'd look great if you lost another 5 lbs!"

I've never taken her suggestion.

It's not like I've let myself go, I've managed to maintain the same weight for the last three years. This time around, the comment was made with such force, and gusto: "Wow, Jinra did you lose weight? I bet you'd look great if you lost another 5 lbs. How about I buy you three pairs of jeans if you get down a dress size."

Now we're talking.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Not quite stripper heals



Stella McCartney...this season I think. Image via StyleBubble

Katie Gallagher sketch

TV = <3

The moment I was afforded an actual break this week, my list of priorities were as follows:

- Glee
- The Office
- The Vampire Diaries
- Gossip Girl

What can I say, I majored in Prioritizing. Next on the list is getting my bangs trimmed -- they're becoming a safety hazard. (See: Picture of me posts below.)

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Things you should consider for my birthday

Like a fly, I have dropped off on a lot of social radars as of late. Blame it on work, blame it on school, blame it on ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol. Just kidding about that last one. Don't blame it on the alcohol, it's been awhile since I've had a drink. More on that later.

Surprisingly, people are aware of the fact that I'll be turning a quarter of a century old this November 12. And by people, I mean just one person. In preparation for the most underwhelming event of the century, I've comprised a list of things to consider for my birthday. This is really just for me since I'm sure news of my birthday is spreading like wildfire. I'd like to be prepared in the event that I am asked, "So what do you want for your birthday? What are you going to do for your birthday?

List of Things to Consider for My Birthday
1. Fiber One Cereal:
Yeah, I eat cardboard for breakfast. What of it? Anyway, this shit is expensive. Literally. Don't feel too compelled to buy an econo-sized family pack of this at your local Costco.
2. Anti-aging products:
So, I'm Asian and I look 4 years younger than I really do. I'd like to keep it that way for the next 5 decades.
3. Lady Gaga Tickets:
Yes, please.

Friday, October 16, 2009

everyday me

Everyday me is:
unbrushed hair, vintage men's cardigan, random t-shirt, gloss, black eyeliner, sunscreen, open heart, open mind and Fiber One.

avant garde Kpop boy groups


I love that avant garde fashion is being embraced by Kpop boy groups, such as B2ST. NGL, this song is freakin' catchy:




Marc Jacobs straight in my dreams


Oddly enough, I had a dream last night about designer god Marc Jacobs that didn't involve clothes. I know, I'm baffled too.

In my dream, I was solo at a bar in a Valentino LBD. (WTF?) The bar itself looked like every "Asian-fusion" bar in the world had thrown up on itself; red lights, over-sized fans and white paper laterns, silk embroidered lounge furniture -- the works. I was drinking a girly cocktail. (WTF?! x 100)

While sipping on my cocktail drink in a glass probably from Ikea, I was approached by Marc Jacobs. I played it off like I didn't know who he was. Because I'm cool like that, yanno? (But not really.) He asked me out and I kindly obliged, thinking we'd engage in some gay fashion designer/unsuspecting straight girl activity. A visit to his design studio? A broadway musical show? An invitation to peruse his art collection over wine?

A dream memory lapse later, we're at another bar in a secluded area on our alleged gay fashion designer/unsuspecting straight girl activity. Only, now it's not the gay fashion designer/unsuspecting straight girl activity but a the-gay-fashion-designer-thing-is-just-a-front-designer/completely-surprised-straight girl activity. He's basically spends the night trying to get into my pants. I spent the night projecting my morals and values on him by trying to persuade him to think about his boyfriend and the feelings of the people he's deceived so far.

Oh, the nerve of me.

And there you have my bizarre dream. They don't come often, unfortunately.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Manish Arora Spring/Summer 2010

Love, love, love!

I'm not a player, I don't crush a lot.

This may or may not come as a shocker, but droves of men aren't exactly throwing themselves at me. Sad, but true. It's not that I doubt their ability to, or my powers in alluring droves of men into throwing themselves at me, it's my current lifestyle. No, I haven't given up on good hygiene, exercise or Fiber One. What I do just isn't conducive to obscene amounts of male action.

Let's take my job for example. Working out of your own bedroom can be pretty lonely. I have no one sexy to look at unless I actively participate in Google-ing someone to look at, or refreshing my RSS feed of people I look at on a semi-daily basis. I think most people are well aware of my Robert Pattinson/Alexander Skarsgard/Ed Westwick oogling-googling tendencies. Oogling-googling...did I just make up new slang? I hope so. Anyway, my point is -- oogling-googling (googling-oogling?) just takes too much effort. I'm turning 25 soon. Instant gratification becomes more desirable as I get older...or lazy-er. Your pick.

There's also the school thing. There are so many women aspiring to be nurses, I'm sure that my menstrual cycle has synced up with that of every woman aspiring to be a nurse in Orange County. So, if anyone's ever questioned why I'm not dating anyone it's because living secludes me from men. This doesn't bother me too much, I just wish I had men who were readily available for me to crush on. Could I pay someone by the hour?

Speaking of staying in my room a lot, I think I'm developing a Vitamin D deficiency. It was decided this past weekend that I am officially the palest member of my family. I don't like this one bit -- perhaps me taking exercise outside is in order.

Ed Westwick


...gives good profile shots.

My blog is slowly becoming less about me and more about hot men I find attractive. (!!!)

Monday, October 5, 2009

Bathroom glamour/shenanz


Haven't done one of these in awhile. (Me, left. Grace, right.)

All hail Lady Gaga